Hey guys! Welcome to the story! As many of have already started reading this story from Allie's point of view you probably already know what's going on, right? Well, this is the same story but from "Shona's" POV instead. Anyways, enough of my blabbering; ON WITH THE STORY HUZZAH!

How does one explain the unexplainable? When words are simply not enough? When

it seems as though your views of reality are forever shattered? Well, you could

depict it as an "awakening", or a realization perhaps. I for one, see it as one hell

of a shitty day. And that is exactly what I was having.

My parents' alarms hadn't gone off that morning, and they had been awakened by

the loud start up of our neighbor's diesel truck. Practically ripped by the arm

out of bed, I had about 17 minutes to get ready. If that. No time for my already

slightly dirty hair to be straightened so I whipped it up into a ponytail. I had

to speed through my make-up routine and quickly shove on jeans and a shirt. My

parents shouted at me from the other room, telling me to hurry up, not that it

was helping any. Irritated I gathered up my zebra-striped backpack and ran out

of the house, my white Vans in hand. I dashed to my car, which had thick frost laying

on the windows. I sighed with anger, hot tears of frustration brimming in my eyes.

I unlocked the driver's side door which swung out faster than I expected hit my brothers car parked next to me which left a dent in the passenger side door and left chipped paint on mine. Grimacing, I was sure I'd get an earful for that later. I sat in the cold seat, barely able to keep from breaking down. I could hardly see out the window from the ice. I turned the key in the ignition, the car starting up with a hum. Finally, one thing that had gone right that morning.

With some kind of luck I had actually made it to school with five minutes before the bell rang. It probably had something to do with the 50 mph I was clocking. I sighed with relief, and sheepishly grabbed my backpack and sped walked towards the school. I opened the doors, huffing from the cold walk. I looked around the student-filled lunchroom, my cheeks a slight pink. Standing in an area not occupied by perfumed soaked teenagers was the certain circle of students I had been looking for. I managed

to plaster on a smile and walked towards my friends happily, "Hey guys! Sorry

I'm so late, my parents' alarms didn't go off, so of course y'know I only get 20 minutes to get ready." I said with annoyance. They nodded with understanding, Jasmine and Hallie both noting how much that sucked. With that out of the way, we began to tell our stories of the coming weekend. Hallie and Molly were chattering away and Jasmine had begun telling me about her kick-boxing class that she about to start. I glanced at Allie, who was uncharacteristically quiet. 'She's probably just tired or something.' I thought to myself and turned my attention back to the petite asian.

Surprisingly school droned on without event, much to my gratitude. As I sat in sixth period, listening to the ever-joyous lecture on old English literature, I wanted nothing more than to go home and curl into bed and sleep off this horrendous day. My eyelids which were beginning to sag dangerously low shot open with the miraculous ring of the bell. I packed up my heavy binder groggily and heaved my backpack onto my shoulders. I yawned and headed to my locker. I waved to Hallie, who was getting out of science. She greeted me with a cheerful smile, "Hey!" I forced a smile back, "Hey! Oh my gosh, I'm so freakin'," I yawned, " Ah-sorry, I'm so freakin' tired." She chuckled, "I can see that." I punched her lightly in the arm, "You don't have to say that." I laughed. With that, we walked out to the parking lot. Allie rushed past us head hanging down, a strange expression of worry and anger on her face. "Hey Allie! You alright?" I called out to her with concern. "Huh?" She looked up quickly, rather confused, "What? Oh hey guys. Yeah, I'm fine." She said, clearly not fine.

I drove home, afternoon radio playing loudly through my small Honda Civic.

I reached my house within a few minutes, happy that the day was over. I turned

my car off and slumped deeply into the seat with fatigue. I was tempted to stay

there and sleep but with a shiver from the cold autumn weather and a nagging reminder to do my homework I decided against it, as appealing as it sounded. I heaved my heavy backpack onto my lap with some difficulty, "If I get Scoliosis from this thing I'm suing." I thought aloud. With a heavy sigh I climbed out of my small vehicle and locked the door,

swinging my lanyard as I punched in my garage code. I hummed a tune as I slid

off my shoes and spun around the linoleum tiled floor in socks to my room. I

dropped my backpack onto my carpeted floor with a loud thud. I booted up my

laptop and opened up my music playlist; with a liking of most music genres it was one of the strangest compilations of songs you'd have ever heard.